he was feather
to feminine features,
tempting torso
with the whim of his wish
against buds,
to bloom
and sigh.
until he tainted wings,
taunted tips
and thighs
and spread her yellow morns
to nearly-naked...
thus shredding
the seams
that stole her.
she sings survival now
to newborn highs,
whilst his corneas collapse
beneath last season's
harvest.













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